Sometimes
I feel like
You created
Me
Full of everything you need
Figment of your dream?
Beautiful nightmare?
So full of love, your pockets might tear
I'm scared
That maybe I don't exist...
Age of Aquarius
Age of knowing, blah blah blah
I know I'm tired
Of feeling like maybe
I'm fighting alone
Heart of gold
On top of that, an old soul
A passion pit
Within it's own reflection
Did I mention
That maybe I don't exist...
Maybe I'm an essence
Here for a second
5/♾